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The Journal of A. Paige White kiddoze
08/14/2007 03:24 a.m.
Their conversations sure crack me up...
In the kitchen:
Having just zinged or as they term it, "burned" his sister,
"See... I'm a smart fella"
"Well... as usual you almost got it right...
you're a fart smella"
Having instructed him to wash the dishes, I get home to MOST of the dishes done
and took the dish cloth into the living room to show Megan,
"I guess I could have expected a size 14 shoe to wash dishes with a beach towel."
Megan rolled.
Megan on the phone with somebody, anybody is my guess,
getting sinus meds out and informing her listener that's the only medicine she takes, except for her illegal drugs.
I told her she better quit bogarting her stash then!
She didn't know what I meant... heheeee dufus! What I didn't already know, I learned at AA.
Gotta keep em on their toes.
To his complaint of heart"burn" his sister's typical empathies are lovingly expressed, "well, what do you expect?"
"You can't take a piece of bread and poke it down in the mayonnaise jar with a fork and call it a sandwich and expect to suffer no consequences. You need an emergency wrist band clearly typing your blood type, 'Blue plate'".
We had a lot of fun talkin and carrying on.
Jarrod got "burned" a lot!
I am currently Fabulous
I am listening to cars... again
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